Poem: Divine Door

A Divine Door
doesn't have to lead
into a church.

It is a portal
to deep and mysterious
places.

The mouth of a cave
gaping wide
with siren song of adventure.

An entrance
to the depths of
your sleeping mind.

An exit
to the Light
on the opposite side.

Old rotted wood
stone scoured clean
peeling paint.

Where does it lead?
Where is that sound
coming from?

What are dreams made of?
The dust that floats
in the middle of a sunbeam.

Do you have the strength
the courage, the imagination
to walk on through?



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